The Strange Boys: Strange Boys and Girls Club EP

A Parody Review in the writing style of David Morris (who would buy a copy if he came across one) by a concerned fan.

The short, blistering guitar solos on this sixteen minute whirlwind of bar-room rock 'n roll sound like the engine of a small motorcycle whining at top revs. The body of the bike shakes and rattles under the pressure, threatening to fall apart. Inside the tank we find a jumpy kangaroo fuel similar to the nitrous hybrid that Be Your Own Pet were gargling like mouthwash. From the word go the band leave the highway and clatter out into the scrub and on towards the Badlands, leaving behind them a trail of dust and the ghosts of goodtime.

The songs hit the ground running, some of them spend the first of their two minutes building up the momentum necessary for a brief but intense fit of rigid freak-out (‘Poem Party’). A few settle into a shuffling groove (as on ‘No Way for a Slave to Behave’ which is the worst track) or dwell on a melody strong enough to distract whoever has his hand on the ACME dynamite plunger, as on the drunk stagger of ‘Then’.

The drums punch out simple rhythms and everything coalesces around the raw slashing of the twangalang telecaster. The bass plods and the singer of Strange Boys sounds as if he is on the verge of realising that it’s not 1961 and that his balls have already dropped. It all sounds like a big cart of fun, and we at Strange Glue can tell you that our instruments suggest that 86% of that fun crosses over via the lo-fi recording techniques.

A promising EP from a promising band. We hope they visit “England” soon.